Here Come The Noise Terrorists: Sonic Youth

THUNDEROUS mantra-grooves and jagged fanfares of atonal brass boom across the parched grass of New York's Central Park, though it could equally well be Monterey or Marrakesh. Dancing women in gauzy veils spin across the stage, whirling in front of drummers in purple and gold kaftans, brushing the sawing elbows of turbanned violinists. A motionless figure in a wheelchair bends over the piano, plonking out a star-map of unearthly chords.